This is a song about "Job"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Or you'll drive me crazy

You have no job, just lazy.

No time to sleep, the job isn't done

I told him get his 9 and run

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Sunrise, black blow job while their hiking.

I run out on the job.

Got a beans if you wanna pop

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob